Peyton Manning is awesome, and other observations

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I read this piece but couldn’t bring myself to watch the video interview because the teaser still is way too tragic. (If you forget, he is the infant Pakistani bowler implicated in the spot-fixing kerfuffle in England this past summer.) The upshot is: his career is destroyed, and he’s pretty much just an unfortunate kid who may lack moral fiber but is probably merely young. I don’t blame the ICC, and I do not exonerate Mr. Amir (if he is indeed guilty), but he is a victim of a broken sporting culture, and that must be addressed sooner rather than later or the sport will die. He should not be treated specially because he is a particularly fine bowler, but he should serve as a wake-up call to cricket (and, if we’re being honest, also general sporting) authorities.

They are Leopard Trek! And they are awesome! And I really really hope they win the Tour this year, because who likes Contador? (Shockingly, we still don’t.)

Here is Leopard Shleck’s (Am I the first to do that? I hope so.) website. Not a lot there, yet, but I’m sure there will be. And maybe the official Twitter feed will be slightly more literate (if far less endearing) than those of the various members.

Like this:

He’s been rubbish with the bat this series, so perhaps in the near future he will cease to bring us joy as a Test cricketer for England. For this reason, I am going to ride the excitement as long as possible. Also, check out this vertical!

Result!

Collywobbles! Sometimes they work!

Update: And he just caught Smith off Jimmy Anderson, so it’s party time again! Hooray, Colly! Figure out how to bat again, please!

Like this:

Does it hurt to be this cute all the time? Is that what’s wrong with Rafa’s knees? Can any of you wait until they’re both old and show up to tournaments and make fun of how the new kids are all wimps and bad at tennis? Because I can’t. It’s going to be fantastic. It’ll be like Ian McKellen and Peter O’Toole, only with fewer cigarettes, and slightly more daring clothes.

He looks that happy after beating Roger Federer in a quite meaningless match in Abu Dhabi. Which is like looking happy after taking out the trash. If your cordial nemesis was also taking out the trash, but you did it better. And it maybe wasn’t even your trash, but you figured you’d do it, just for kicks. And then someone gave you a spittoon? And you were just thrilled.